L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Chapter Nineteen §

~...then shit got really crazy when I got the kicks from Drizzy-- well, the recognition from Drizzy alone...~

"Bryson Tiller," Drake's main producer and long time best friend OVO40 (or just 40) greeted as Swan and I walked in the door to a studio in mid-town.

He sat in a chair in front of the engineering board.

"What's up," I smiled back shaking his hand.

Drake came around the corner, drink in hand, before he could answer.

"Bryson, just the man I've been waiting to see."

"Your boy Swan here sure does look out. Reminds me of me and 40," he added after we exchanged a bro hug.

"Yeah, he's legit with it," I nodded looking at Swan who made himself at home on the couch in the corner.

"So what kind of record is on your mind?" He asked leaning back in a rolling chair next to 40.

"Some legendary shit as always. I absolutely love all your albums, but one of my favorites is Take Care," I began to explain,"So maybe we can bring back that kind of vibe you know?"

Drake's face was expressionless as he processed the idea. I couldn't tell if he liked it or not, which was making me nervous. I looked at him as a mentor and he if he didn't like it, I knew it wasn't worth it.

"Ok," he finally grinned," that sounds like something I can do. Some killer Tiller vocals and some romantic rap verses from me. Can't go wrong, right?"

"I'm feeling it," 40 agreed as he pressed a few buttons on the board.

Suddenly a song beat started playing.

"I've been working on this little jawn here. Maybe y'all can use it."

"I like that," Swan chipped in.

I licked my lips as I bobbed my head to the slow starting instrumental.

After a while, it began to pick up some bass where a potential rap verse could possibly be laid.

"Genius," Drake hummed as he vibed along to it,"Let's play around and see what we can come up with--lyrically."

"Yeah, yeah," I said reaching for my notebook that sat in Swan's lap.

I flipped to an empty page (not that I didn't have many of them left). I also pulled a red pen out of my pocket.

For over an hour, Drizzy and I exchanged thoughts and ideas for verses and hooks for the song. All and all, we did come up with the title and about half a song. It was going to be called: Changes. It defined what he and I both have been going through these days relating to our women, life, and friendships.

"...you see the changes and I'm sure of that
But it's too late for me to take'em back
I won't take it back..."

I finished the last line of the hook before slipping the headphones around my neck.

"This is the part where Drakes verse that starts with changed numbers and locations should fit in," 40 buzzed in over the intercom in the booth.

"Sounds good to me," I nodded, stepping out.

"I call this a wrap for tonight," Drake said looking at his watch.

It was 10:52.

"Yeah, I got a lot to do this weekend," I agreed.

"Nice working with you man," 40 dapped me up.

"Same here," I returned the gesture.

I kicked Swan in the knee because he was fast asleep on the couch. He jumped up quickly as if he was ready to fight. I laughed and told him we were wrapping it up for the night.

"Glad to see you're back though, Tiller," Drake applauded me," Hopefully we can wrap this one up before I head back out to Calabasas next week."

"I hope so cause this would be the perfect comeback single," I agreed.

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Swan and I walked out the studio front together into the dark and chilly night.

Not too much was popping in the Ville at night unless you wanted to party or some shit. That was never my thing, even when I was in high school.

"You sounded good, Brodie," Swan complimented.

"Nigga, you didn't even hear me. You were asleep," I laughed as we walked down the sidewalk.

I had called an Über earlier, so now we were just patiently walking up and down the pavement until it arrived.

"I did hear," he protested," your voice put me out."

"Whatever. Do you think you could get your niece and nephew this weekend for me and bring them over for Harley's birthday Saturday?"

"Sure," Swan shrugged," Swanny loves the kids."

"And Camille, too? Harley wants her there."

"She goes wherever daddy goes," Swan joked.

"I don't know why I asked knowing good and well if I was there she was coming," I poked fun at him.

"Nigga you got one more time," Swan laughed since he couldn't remain serious.

"You know who else she wants at her party?" I began to tell him shaking my head.

"Who?"

"Naomi. Harley thinks she's my girlfriend or something."

Swan looked at me with a smirk on his face,"Wonder why she thinks that?"

"I don't know. She's only met her once and that was at the grocery store because Harley walked up on her," I explained.

"Maybe you should invite her," Swan said," It's her day after all. She's already spending it away from home and her mother. Let the kid get what she wants."

"What if Naomi doesn't want to?" I thought aloud.

Swan rolled his eyes," I doubt it. I think she likes you or maybe you like her?"

"Me? Like her? Hell nah, we're just working on being friends. That and that only. She's just cool people now. Nothing more, nothing less," I told him even though he seemed to not believe me.

A car horn honked at us. It was finally our Über driver. We both climbed in the back seat and told him where to. On the way home, I kept my head laid against the window with closed eyes.

Friends. Just friends, I thought as the car took a left turn.

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